Well, here’s one for the books guys. I have been putting off getting diagnosed and medicated for years. Avoiding, actually. But in April I finally decided to start the process, and I have been SO excited for the last month and a half.
Today I couldn’t focus at work because my appointment was scheduled for the end of the day, and I’ve been hyper fixated on this appointment for weeks. That is to say, I am very very excited to get some help.
Today I showed up at the doctors office, sweating, nervous, excited. They take my temp at the door as a COVID precaution, and I approach the desk. The woman asks for my info, and looks at me strangely. She asks “why are you here?”
My. Heart. Dropped.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You are scheduled for next week, the 26th” she answers.
I have no idea how it happened, and I’m actually a little hit convinced the office actually messed up. I distinctly remeber being scheduled for “next tuesday” last week. Or maybe I just have ADHD 🤷♂️